Democracy was in action, and we should all feel proud

It was so easy; it almost felt childlike. However, it was so important, I could feel it in my veins. I voted for the president of the United States of America and for several other government officials who will govern our nation.

I felt empowered, and I felt fortunate. The folks at the polling place thanked me for voting.

I thanked them for being there. I smiled at the individuals of the other party standing in front of the polls handing out their literature. No animosity there; they smiled back knowingly.

It all felt civilized, and I felt a sense of security. I felt as if I had been wrapped in a blanket of good will and as if I had just received my Girl Scout merit badge.

I had done something good and important and everyone at the polling site had been a part of that.

We all had participated in the miracle of a democracy. The TV advertisements of the candidates would finally be over.

The commercials would stop. The phone calls would stop.

Our president would be elected. Our country would move forward and we would be safe. A change would not mean anarchy or war. While change could be disconcerting, it would not mean the end of life as we know it.